Having seen Kitchener’s plea, ‘Your country needs you’, he joined as an officer on his birthday. The army asked no questions.
At home he let it slip; he was soon being shipped to the Front. Beatrix’s turn of phrase was apparently not the type generally heard from genteel Edwardian ladies. She ordered her carriage and marched upon the War Office.
No one knew what happened except that Felix was transferred to the Junior Corp in March 1918. Armistice was declared eight months later. My Dad was spared.